Author: Dr. Martha Tara Lee

  • Martha’s Rain Dance – Full Version

    Martha’s Rain Dance – Full Version

    It’s Sept 29 as I write this, and I just made another video of me dancing in the rain.

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    The first one was interrupted because of not just thunder, but also lightning!

    It was an good effort for an amateur dancer like myself. I hope you recognise it’s not about the show-womanship, but the intention.

    What I really wanted to was to complete the dance – regardless of how it looked or how I looked.

    Sept 26 – Partially-completed rain dance video released.

    Sept 27 – As you would have it, it did rain the next day, but the door slammed on the camera twice. Also I didn’t like the angle of the camera.

    Sept 28 – Only day since I’ve been in Kuala Lumpur where there was no rain!

    Sept 29 – Dizzle. I waited, and waited, and could wait no more. It’s funny how this is one of the few times I wait for, will for, and pace around asking for more rain! I decided to go for it instead of problems with the tripod.

    And this is the result…

    A friend reshared this with me. Hope you love it as much as I did.

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    Check out my previous video of me doing a rain dance (which was interrupted by the lightning!). I have one of me doing the Chakra Dance here. There is actually another video of me doing an Ecstatic Dance. Check out my other blog posts here

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  • 9 Things I Learned From Cats About Relationships

    9 Things I Learned From Cats About Relationships

    This week (Sept 24 to Oct 1), I am on my fourth of four personal retreats in Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. Read my previous posts about why I am on a personal retreat, why I cried coming up from Singapore, what’s in my grocery bag and my rain dance!

    I am fortunate in being able to retreat in a beautiful space in exchange for cat-sitting service. I found out about and paid to be listed as a house-sitter on TrustedHouseSitters.com. Now if I can go from being afraid of cats, to staying with, and being trusted by them, you can too! Check out how I overcame my fear of cats here.

    There is a saying that cats have nine lives. Inspired by my two wards, I like to share nine things I learned from cats about relationships this week:

    1) Take Care Of Yourself

    Cats spend an inordinate amount of time each day sleeping. Apparently, cats sleep an average of 15 hours a day, and some can sleep up to 20 hours in a 24 hour period. It is true since as soon as Padstow and Bangsar are done with breakfast, they are winding down for a long day of slumber. The house is quietest in the mornings before they come alive again between dusk and dawn.

    How many people do you know neglect proper rest or sacrifice sleep? Often, it’s not even due to work! Are you guilty of wasting time on Facebook? Or online games? Perhaps you are burning the midnight oil at both ends – sleeping late and waking early, feeling grumpy, ill of sorts and counting the hours till the weekend?

    Well, it’s pretty basic. People who don’t have enough rest don’t perform at their optimal level – and also don’t feel like having sex. Are you taking care of yourself – before you try to take care of others?

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    2) Enjoy Your Food

    If there is one thing, the cats won’t miss: it’s their food. Once they hear me opening the cupboard to their food, they come racing towards me. If they don’t, I know they’d want me to call out to them. Bangsar wolfs her food down, while Padstow licks before tentatively chewing hers down. Yet no matter how greedy Bangsar is, she will never eat more than she needs – even if she manages to get to Padstow’s share.

    I know some people who mistakenly perceive quantity food as quality eating, who devour vs. savour, or who constantly over-indulge in food and then justify their behavior. All I am saying is that there is a difference between healthy eating and senseless gorging – and none of it has anything to do with weight.

    I have not been a food-lover most of my life – consequently suffering from chronic constipation and stomache bloatedness. I’ve recently learned that I am gluten intolerant and am having a new relationship with food and my body. Food can be a practice on consciousness all by itself. Through food, we can practice mindfulness, appreciation, gratitude, joy and even ecstasy! What’s your relationship with food?

    3) Live in the Moment

    Cats don’t lose sleep over sleep, or worry about their next meal. They certainly don’t seem to be pondering over some deep philosophical truth like the meaning of life. They just are living – moment by moment. If I bet a million dollars on what they’re thinking at any given moment – short of what they have right infront of them, I’m guessing it’s nothing.

    I know of people who are stressed, repressed, and depressed. They are usually over-thinking, over-analysing and over-doing just about everything. They are relentless on others and especially on themselves. Live in the moment. What’s that?

    Meditate? How?

    Try. I can’t do that! I’ve never done it before!

    Do you want to control your thoughts, or are your thoughts controlling your life?

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    4) Stay Sharp

    Did you know that cats are natural explorers and are constantly on a quest for the unknown? Bangsar and Padstow certainly tried to sniff everything I was eating, as well as get into whatever I was using or touching. In addition, cats have an innate righting reflex as it falls in order to land on its feet. Cats have a natural urge to scratch: the action helps them remove old material from their claws, and they mark territory with scent glands in their paws. More than once, Bangsar used her claws on me – for fun. What’s might be funny to her certainly isn’t to me!

    Growing up, I was known to be quite a terror. Well meaning friends and relatives would tell me that I need to “control” my temper but nobody ever taught me how. Back then, I couldn’t help how I felt and how I hurt others, so I became afraid of my temper. It was only when I began my journey of inner work that I realised I was so focused on reducing my dark/ shadow side that I didn’t realise that working on my light side was important. The more compassion I developed, the less out-of-control episodes I experienced. The more self-acceptance I felt, the more the positive sides of my temper emerged (which often was righteous anger). My temper finally became my tool, my edge, my claws – and I now call upon it when needed through lenses of compassion.

    Are you quick on your feet? Is your mind open, curious and nimble? And if called upon to be used in an emergency or crisis, are your claws sharp?

    5) Get Along

    Each day, Padstow and Bangsar have their share of tiffs or play-fighting. Each, however, lives to tell the tale. The naughtier Bangsar seems to be the one provoking and winning all the time, until you see how zen Padstow gets back in her own way. And while Bangsar often steals Padstow’s food, it took me a while to realise that it was more a matter of Padstow letting her. When Bangsar was in heat during my first visit, I saw how Padstow tried to comfort her, including offer her own share of food. That’s comradery for you!

    For a long time, I didn’t like and consequently didn’t try to do small talk – believing it frivolous and useless. I had a mind-shift when I brought my attention to the needs of the people I sought to connect with, and recognised that small talk was what they needed to build rapport, and trust. It wasn’t until yesterday that Bangsar trusted me enough to curl up asleep on my lap. Small victories!

    Are you a leader or team player? How comfortable are you with small talk? Are you able to get along with people?

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    6) Ask for what You Need

    Cats can’t speak, but they know how to ask for what they need or want through non-verbal communication cues and signals. I have a routine of meditating in the morning. I would fed the cats first before settling into a designated chair to meditate. Now three days in a row, the cats would poke at me trying to draw my attention. Am I ok? Am I asleep? And why am I ignoring with them?

    Since we can speak, then why are there still misunderstandings? Lots of couples communicate but they do not seem to be communicating effectively. One of the things that consistently come up is that couples do not ask for what they need, want or desire from their partner. Even people who are perfectly articulate seem to have difficulties with this: Asking.

    Is it true that the asking with relation to sex and intimacy is any more different than any other kind of asking? It appears that sex has become the elephant in the bedroom. Here are two of my articles which migh be useful about talking about sex in the bedroom – part 1 and part 2.

    7) Different Strokes for Different Folks

    Bangsar and Padstow have different personalities. Zen Padstow is slower to warm up to strangers, but no less loving. Bangsar was already checking me out in my bedroom the first night I arrived. Bangsar eats faster. Padstow is subtle – less is more. As such, I interact with the cats differently as well.

    How many parents treat and discipline their children the same way? Is fair really fair since they are two completely different kids? I know I was crying even before I was caned growing up, while my sister remained calm on the outside. Don’t cry, she’d advice me. It’d pass more quickly if you don’t. I never could not cry. I was traumatised – feeling the pain of the cane on my body before it would even strike me. I didn’t know what I know now – I am kinesthetic and I feel the world through my body in a way that perhaps my sister never did.

    Are you more Visual (sight), Auditory (sound), Kinesthetic (touch), Olfactory (smell) or Gustatory (taste)? It’s not enough to know about oneself. How about the natural tendencies and preferances of your partner, loved ones, or children? More here. How about their innate love language? More here.

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    8) Pay Attention to Boundaries

    Cats can’t speak, but they are effective communicators. They recognise their names, and usually come if you call them. More than that, they do know about boundaries. They may not understand what exactly what you say (meaning), but definitely the way you say them (tone). Bangsor certainly knew when I was more shocked than in pain when she scratched me. No, Bangsar! Stop that! Enough! She knew… alright.

    It amazes me how many people do not discuss relationship boundaries, much less parameters in the bedroom. The concept of authentic consent and the need for compromise and negotiation does not occur to many. They leave their voice at their door, fearing that speaking up would spoil the mood. He/ she should know what to do. If he/ she loves me, they will just know. Only idiots won’t know.… Such beliefs get nobody anywhere.

    Conversations around no are important, because when you have it out in the open – when it’s been clearly communicated; then safety, trust, opening, receiving and surrender can happen – in profound ways.

    9) Follow Your Ecstasy

    As a sexologist, it fascinates me to no end that a simple thing like scratching a cat at their pleasure spots – top of their head, or under their chin, seemed to be bring it into an altered state of pleasure. This cat looks orgasmic! They know what they like, and how they enjoy being touched. They would shift their bodies, angle themselves, push or brush against you in ways that feels good to them. Nothing matters – after sleep, and food – to pleasure. It feels good to give and it feels great when you get it right, because you are duly rewarded with their undescribled looks of bliss.

    Men and women who have difficulties with ejaculation or orgasm would do well taking the time to be first comfortable with their bodies, allowing themselves the time to self-pleasure, and following what feels naturally good and letting it expand. For when we are relaxed and connected with our sexuality can truly ecstatic experiences begin to emerge – slowly at first, then easier over time, and then one day… it is there for the taking… all the time. Out-of-this-world, blow-minding, and knock-your-socks-off moments are possible – if you only start.

    Do you follow your bliss? Is it important to you? What do you do to feed your joy or pleasure on a daily basis?

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    There you have it: the nine things I learned about relationships through cats. Did I miss anything out? Let me know! I want to hear from you below!

    I like to invite you to view:

    • How I rediscovered my love for the rain here.
    • How I overcame my fear of cats here.
    • What’s in the groceries bag of an Eco-sexual here?
    • Find out why I cried on the bus on my way up to K.L. here.
    • Read my previous post about the first of my 4th week-long retreat here.
    • Check out how you can run a self-retreat here!

    This article and all associated images have been republished with permission from Dr Martha Tara Lee.
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  • The Biggest Lesson I Learned From One Cat

    The Biggest Lesson I Learned From One Cat

    In a previous blog post, I listed the nine lessons about relationships I learned from cats.

    I missed out one!

    I would be so bold as to state that this is the biggest lesson ever!

    Read on to find out what!

    This week (Sept 24 to Oct 1), I am on my fourth of four personal retreats in Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. I don’t want you to miss any of the other articles I’ve written so far on this trip:

    1. How my book came to be here.
    2. How I overcame my fear of cats here.
    3. How I rediscovered my love for the rain here.
    4. Reflections on Emma Watson’s speech on the F-word here.
    5. What’s in the groceries bag of an Eco-sexual here?
    6. Find out why I cried on the bus on my way up to K.L. here.
    7. Why I am on my 4th week-long retreat here.

    The Biggest Lesson I Learned From One Cat

    2014 09 26 14.14.12 168x300 The Biggest Lesson I Learned From One CatThis is the second of two trips in which I am cat-sitting two cats in Kuala Lumpur. On my first night on my previous trip, Bangsar was already checking me out in the bedroom. Consequently, she was in heat and it was stressful being unsured of what was going on.

    On Sept 26 (two days ago), I felt I had finally arrived. Bangsar, the naughtier and younger of two cats (the other being Padstow) laid on my lap, on her own accord, and fell asleep.

    It was a tender moment which was repeated thrice more that day. It was so wonderful that I forgo my afternoon nap just so these magical moments would be prolonged. Bangsar looked totally relaxed and safe – orgasmic even – that I managed to take a few photos of her using my camera phone which I reshared on my posts.

    Ever since, Bangsar didn’t repeat it even though I helpfully pointed to her my lap. I tried picking her up and putting her directly onto my lap, but she won’t stay.

    The little one has a will of her, and force – of course, doesn’t work.

    This is the closest she came to me today (Sept 28) – not quite on my lap:

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    So What’s The Point?

    What am I getting at? Why I am talking about Bangsar again? What exactly is my point, you might be wondering?

    This is the lesson.

    Are you ready?

    It’s a biggie.

    We often try to replicate, duplicate, or repeat experiences because they were great.

    It could have been a sweet, tender, or beautiful moment.

    Or all of three – sweet, tender and beautiful.

    Right?

    Who wouldn’t want something have a feel-good again?

    It’s only natural.

    That’s precisely my point!

    All of us do!

    However that’s just it, isn’t it?

    2014 09 26 14.26.49 168x300 The Biggest Lesson I Learned From One CatIt was a sweet, tender, or beautiful moment.

    It may never be repeated.

    Never.

    Yet we keep chasing those same moments.

    We want them to be the same.

    We get upset when they aren’t the same.

    We ask ourselves why can’t they be the same.

    And then there’s self-blame: What did I do wrong?

    We cannot accept that things may never be the same.

    We just can’t deal with thing being different.

    Like a spoil brat, we don’t want to deal with different.

    In trying to get Bangsar onto my lap again, I want more of the same.

    Was I happy with what I experienced with her? Yes.

    But my trying and failing to replicate the same experience left me frustrated, unhappy and questioning:
    • How can it happen again? (Strategic/Tactical)
    • What am I doing wrong? (Self-blame)
    • Doesn’t she like me anymore? (Poor me)

    I couldn’t reconcile with what happened and what was unfolding.

    I couldn’t accept. I couldn’t just let it be.

    Relish the magic for what it was.

    Move on.

    Are You Guilty?

    Have you said any of the below to yourself lately?

    “It didn’t used to be like this.

    I wish I could go back to the past when it was….

    We used to have sex all the time.

    Yeah, I guess the honeymoon period is over.

    How can we get back more of that same feeling when we first started dating?

    What “used to” is exactly what it infers: In the past.

    Whether it was fleeting, or went on for a time, it is… in the past.

    The past is the past.

    You can miss it…. long for it even.

    You may even grieve over the loss.

    But move on, we must.

    Who is to say that different is bad or good – different may just be that … not the same?

    Who knows that different can’t be good or great, if we are only open?

    The fear of the new is so real, that often, we are the ones who get in our own way.

    Only when I am willing to accept whatever experiences possible (or left of the remaining cat-sitting days) with Bangsar, can I have new and perhaps even better ones.

    Only when my clients are able to acknowledge that their circumstances or relationship has shifted, and willing to work through their issues from where they are at rather than where they were can there be progress from such maturity.

    Only when you are willing to see the “loss” of the past as something you had already “gained”, and have more to “gain” if you only open up and allow, then would you have accepted.

    So this was the lesson I like to share with you: Allow. Accept. 

    Once again, I like to invite you to view my posts:

    1. How my book came to be here.
    2. How I overcame my fear of cats here.
    3. How I rediscovered my love for the rain here.
    4. Reflections on Emma Watson’s speech on the F-word here.
    5. What’s in the groceries bag of an Eco-sexual here?
    6. Find out why I cried on the bus on my way up to K.L. here.
    7. Why I am on my 4th week-long retreat here.

    This article and all associated images have been republished with permission from Dr Martha Tara Lee.
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  • Emma Watson’s Speech on the F Word

    Emma Watson’s Speech on the F Word

    Social media the world over exploded in discussion over one speech on Sept 20. It is none other than Emma Watson‘s HeForShe Speech at the United Nations.

    The Speech On Everyone’s Lips

    The newly minted UN Goodwill Ambassador for Women, Watson is best known as the actress who played Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter film series. Cast as Hermione at the age of nine, Watson has bloomed into a young lady with more than a pretty face.

    Watson’s HeForShe Speech was delivered to a standing ovation at UN Headquarters in New York City. Helping to launch the UN Women campaign HeForShe, Watson called for men to advocate for gender equality. HeForShe is a campaign which hopes to inspire one billion men and boys to help end gender inequality.

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    Emma Watson as a Feminist

    Watson said she knew she was a feminist at age eight when she was called “bossy” (a trait she has attributed to her being a “perfectionist”) whilst boys were not, and at 14 when she was “sexualised by certain elements of the press”. Watson also called feminism “the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities”. She directly addresses the notion that feminism has come to unfortunately stand for man-hating and how this has to stop.

    I am one too!

    I identify as a feminist. For more than ten years and before I became a sexologist, I have viewed myself as one. Ever since, I understood what the word meant. Read the open letter I wrote back in 2009 during the Aware saga here.

    But I know of many women who insist they were not one as if being a feminist was a f-word with a capital F, as if it was dirty and not to be touched with a 10-foot pole.

    For a time, I was became the butt of jokes at social gatherings:

    “Don’t look at her so demure. She’s a feminist. She volunteers at…”

    “Fierce.”

    “Chilli padi.”

    “Tell me, Martha. Why do you hate men?”

    I do not hate men. There was no point explaining, arguing, protesting or defending myself when your audience is actually just jesting for a fight. Instead I ignored them, kept my head down and remained a closet feminist.

    I do believe my work as a Sexologist is feminism in action. After all, where is more vital for men and women to feel empowered than in the bedroom? Pleasure is not one vs. another, all give and no receive, all or nothing. Ecstatic experiences are to be had when one, two or more parties involved are comfortable with their own bodies and their sexuality.

    As a sexologist, I have had my share of public and can’t-be-bother-to-repeat private insults and attacks because of my work. This is one blog post by a friendly back in 2011.

    If only …

    If people knew what feminism meant, they would realise they were all for it. As Watson said, feminism was simply about equal rights for women AND men. What is all this “us vs. them” mentality that exists in our society?

    Watson’s speech has created a lot of discussion – good and bad. The good: this is a break down of what makes her speech great.

    The bad: She has already being objectified. She has received threats to have her nude photos published as a retailation of her speech. It’s a despicable way to cut a person down to size, and violate them below the belt, isn’t it? This has been viewed as an attack of all women. Feminists are rallying around her.

    The Impossible as Possible

    Change happens one step, one speech, one day at a time.

    Each and every one of us can stand tall, and proud, and speak up for equality.

    “I decided that I was a feminist. This seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has show me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently, (women’s expressions is) seen as too strong, too aggressive, anti-men, unattractive.

    Why has the word become such an unpopular one? I think it is right I am paid the same as my male counterparts. I think it is right that I should make decisions about my own body. I think it is right that women be involved on my behalf in the policies and decisions that affect my life. I think it is right that socially, I am afforded the same respect as men.” – Emma Watson

    This was one powerful speech on the F word. Watch it here.

    Go Emma!

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  • How Masturbation Saved My Life

    How Masturbation Saved My Life

    I know it sounds like an exaggeration – masturbation saved your life, woo, you know…. But this is actually really how I saw it. This is really how I felt in my core what masturbation did for me.

    I didn’t always look the way I look now – with long hair, contact lenses on occasion, and with relatively acne-free complexion with an okay figure.

    I started having my first period when I was in Primary 3, so that was then when I was eight, nine – way earlier than all my peers. Nobody was talking about menstruation when I had mine. I developed a lot of acne as result of hormones gone amok and, of course, with little knowledge about nutrition and diet and self care, I developed severe acne. I also needed glasses since I was 6. They were thick geeky looking glasses.

    I started to swim as part of my extra curriculum activity (or after-school activities). As a result, I also developed bad hair, and worse skin, because of all that chlorine and hot sun. At that time, I just didn’t know how to protect my skin and neither did my parents. And I was swimming as much as three times a week – sometimes under direct noon sun!

    My mom had this idea, “You two (my sister and I) will look cool if you go and perm your hair.” I ended up with wild unmanageable poodle-like hair. It was actually my teacher who asked me infront of the school why I went and got this poodle hair… and it stuck. Because of all the swimming I was doing, I ended up with spilt ends and had to chop the lot off. Mom actually convinced me to do this not once, but twice!

    To this day, I am very weary of perming my hair. With baby fat, bad skin, geeky glasses, I became a a prime subject of bullying, called the ugliest girl in school, and was utterly miserable at school. There was one boy – he looks for me after school, and once he actually punched me in the arm. It doesn’t sound like a big deal now but back then, bullying was unheard of, and being punched in the arm by my classmate – somebody I see everyday, a boy no less, whom I considered bigger and stronger – was actually traumatic.

    I felt very, very, very, ugly on the inside. My acne problem didn’t go away even all through puberty. Medication from skin doctors alleviated the problem but would return when I stopped treatment. There was no end at sight. I battled acne for a long time. I see now how it’s largely attributed to my diet and the sensitivity of my body.

    Now, let’s not even talk about getting male attention. I had a lot of crushes. But no guy would never look twice at me because I looked and felt ugly. When people look at the me now, they ask, “What do you know about body image?” They have no idea where I’ve been! They have no idea how hard it was for me growing up – being called the ugliest girl in school, being punched in the arm, keeping my head down and just not trying to attract any attention whatsoever.

    This is why masturbation saved my life. I was still too young to be able to articulate, or get, or have the confidence to seek out a romantic partner. I was eight when I had my first period! Even at 12, I still had baby fat. There were girls in school who at the ripe age of 12 already had boyfriends and I envied them. I suffered from low self-esteem and had my first boyfriend at 19. It was a long-distance relationship and lasted a year.

    Masturbation helped me through my teenage angst because when I masturbated, feel-good hormones were released and relieved sexual tension within my body. It helped to balance out my mood swings. It was my private thing that I could return to. It was my sanctuary, and refuge. I knew how to get tension out of my body.

    I was worried that because I masturbated, it would inhibit my relations with my future partners. I worried that my clitoris would become numb. I worried that I couldn’t have an orgasm in any other ways. But I didn’t know what I could do about my situation because I didn’t have a partner and couldn’t get one.

    I didn’t know this until later on that being able to sexual by myself actually allows me to be more comfortable with my body and go on to being more relaxed when sexual with somebody else. Masturbation helps create neuroconnections between the mind and the body. With strong neuroconnections, it’s actually easier to get orgasms. And even when you masturbate in a particular way, your body is actually much more adaptable to learning how to have orgasms in different ways. Later on, when I became sexual, I was able to attain orgasm relatively easily with other partners.

    All through the puberty, I did feel guilt and shame around masturbation even though I was not religious. I felt sad, even pathetic, because I don’t have a partner. While masturbation may bring up sadness if one doesn’t have a partner, I realise now it was better than the alternative – suppressing, repressing and shutting down my sexuality.

    Masturbation is not a bad thing. It helps with hormonal balance, cramps, stress and tension. You can choose to express your sexuality by yourself , and learn about your body – even when you don’t have a partner. And even if you have a partner, it’s also okay to continue to learn about your body by expressing your sexuality by yourself.

    Let go of your negative feelings around masturbation. Breathe.


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